Unraveling

Unraveling

A Poem by Barbara Walker

When the madness began,

I had not a clue the depth,

to which I would fall.

The sum total of me,

fell apart at the seams.

I lost not just the body's abilities,

I felt I lost my soul, the very essence of me.

 

Sense of self, shattered,

then came the doubts, the fears,

the anger, the tears,

the re-defining, the deal-making with the universe,

trying the stiff upper lip,

trying to make my life more

than just coping (barely, at times).

 

Everything happens, happened,

around me, by me, past me, passed me.

Don't know what I'm doing

or what I've done,

where I'm going or where I've been.

Is it so self-centered

to be lost at my loss?

05/31/07

© 2010 Barbara Walker


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we all tend to be hard on ourselves when we are vulnerable, especially during a loss, good poem

Posted 11 Years Ago


Barbara Walker

11 Years Ago

Thank you for your kind review!
"Is it so self-centered to be lost at my loss?" No.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Barbara Walker

11 Years Ago

Thank you! A close family member inspired that line.
A heart wrenching read, this is a real struggle not only physically but within where the major changes take place...making deals with the universe, so apropos in desperate situations. Sad but a good piece Barbara.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Barbara Walker

11 Years Ago

Thank you my friend!
This was an emotional poem. It was sad and powerful. When we start to lose ourselves, it's hard to gain that control again. Your heart was in this write for sure, well done hun!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Barbara Walker

11 Years Ago

Thank you! Emotions were intense.
s y e

11 Years Ago

You can tell.
A sad and powerful poem of emotion. When we fall apart. It is hard to stop. I could feel the struggle in the words. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 11 Years Ago


Barbara Walker

11 Years Ago

Thank you Coyote! You always 'get me".
The loss of control over ones life can be unnerving and it leaves us all confused and reeling from the shock and horror of not being able to take control back.

Nicely worded, and also the sense of no apparent structure gives the poem a sense of no control.

Jake

Posted 11 Years Ago


Barbara Walker

11 Years Ago

Thank you, it definitely reflected my state of mind!

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Barbara Walker
Barbara Walker

Lake Havasu City, AZ



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I am retired from the Postal Service. I find I write poetry to help myself through difficult times and I have written many poems in response to the chronic pain I've been living with for over 30 year.. more..

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